"
"This," the detective said, "is very interesting."
"Doubtless," Mr. Sabin answered. "But before I say anything more
I must clearly understand my position. I am giving you personally
a few friendly hints, in the interests of justice perhaps, but still
quite informally. I am not in possession of any definite facts
concerning Duson, and what I say to you here I am not prepared to
say at the inquest, before which I presume I may have to appear as
a witness. There, I shall do nothing more save identify Duson and
state the circumstances under which I found him."
"I understand that perfectly, sir," the man answered. "The less
said at the inquest the better in the interests of justice."
Mr. Sabin nodded.
"I am glad," he said, "that you appreciate that. I do not mind going
so far then as to tell you that I believe Duson died of poison."
"Can you give me any idea," the detective asked, "as to the source?"
"None," Mr. Sabin answered. "That you must discover for yourselves.
Duson was a man of silent and secretive habits, and it has occurred
to me more than once that he might possibly be a member of one of
those foreign societies who have their headquarters in Soho, and
concerning which you probably know more than I do."
The detective smiled. It was a very slight flicker of the lips,
but it attracted Mr.
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